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The Slave Incarnate

The Slave Incarnate

5.0

Samaira loves Devyansh. He resorts to black magic and devil worship. He had everything, name, fame, riches etc…all that he needed except the one. What was the one he was searching for? Nobody knew except a few. They formed his core group of confides. There was nothing about love that ever came between them. But they still had a story together, a love story. It was one sided love, though. He had a plan which she couldn't figure out when at her last thought, the world slipped beneath her feet. His world, a creation of his deception and black magic housed her for a long time, leaving her with many questions unanswered. He did not have any weapon to kill but he still managed to damage her mind, body and reputation beyond any repair. By deception, he created a bad world for her. A world full of greed, lust, anger, betting, prostitution, penchant for gold and foul smell. A magical world of illusions inhabited by tantric practices and other-worldly norms. Waiting for her release from the magical den, she is cribbed, cabined and confined. It is no peaceful place but a haven contaminated with all things bad and abound with negative energies. Samaira has travelled past dimensions of time and space for a purpose - to lead her life with the anti-social elements of the Universe. Who are these anti-social elements? How will she lead her life with them? What do they want from her? Will they succeed? Was she an ordinary mortal or an Incarnation?

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